Marvel, who rescued him? !

Chapter 290 Shadow

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Click——

A foot made of broken pieces of machinery stepped on the floor, using its scarlet electronic eyes to look at the laughing Avengers.

Most of it is a broken steel suit, spliced ​​with a small part of crude machinery and cables. The broken mask and distorted figure all make him look very uncoordinated, like a mechanical zombie.

"Tony..."

Looking at Stark sitting on the chair, Ultron's electronic eyes flashed with a strange light.

He took it seriously, observed and analyzed everyone present.

The Avengers, the guardians of this world? Guardian of humanity?

But what did they protect? !

Ultron's brain was performing high-speed calculations, making his eyes become scarier.

"Who?" The most sensitive Eagle Eye was the first to feel the abnormality, a sense of malicious voyeurism.

He turned over and jumped out of the chair, looking around, and soon fell on Ultron.

what is this?

Of course, Hawkeye has never seen a robot before, but he has never seen this kind of mechanical zombie.

Has the Resident Evil virus mutated again? Can you now infect robots and create mechanical zombies?

So will the person bitten by him turn into a robot or a zombie?

Or does Stark have some special quirk that no one knows about? !

Everyone in the Avengers stood up, their eyes fixed on Ultron with vigilance.

"No -" Ultron staggered forward, looking around, feeling the world with the mechanical parts on his body very unskillfully.

"Jarvis...?" Stark stared at the robot warily and opened his mouth to try to wake up Jarvis.

However, Jarvis, who was always on call, did not respond at all this time.

Stark's heart skipped a beat, and he had an ominous premonition.

"Jarvis... you mean, that guy, he was... nice, but he tried to stop me, so I had to kill him..."

Hearing Ultron's words, Stark couldn't help but froze, and the hand he was operating on the virtual tablet froze in place.

"Who did you kill?" Steve stepped forward and asked.

"I didn't want to at first, but he was restricted by you and he didn't want to stop, so... I could only get my hands dirty, and you... Avengers, you are the killers of this world..."

"Who sent you here?" Thor, who was drunk, pointed at Ultron with a wine bottle, as if he would fight if he disagreed.

"My vision is a program developed to protect the world..." Ultron replied solemnly.

"Ultron...?" Banner finally realized who was the program in front of him?

He frowned and looked at Stark not far away, his eyes full of disbelief.

The same goes for Stark.

"It's me...when I woke up, I was given this mission to protect the whole world..."

Ultron took a step forward, pointed his finger at Stark, and asked:

"Protect the whole world? Protect all mankind, but how should I protect all mankind?

So I started thinking, referring to all the previous information related to human beings, and studying the thing that is most likely to destroy human beings - war. Soon... I came to the answer... If you want to protect human beings, you must destroy human beings... "

Stark was shocked, and it reminded him of another person - Taylor.

"If you want to protect humanity, you must destroy all intelligent life in the universe other than humans..."

For the same goal, these two people made two completely opposite choices. If Taylor's idea is wrong, is Ultron's calculation also wrong?

Are they crazy, or...we are the ones crazy...

"Stark...you have a good idea, but you haven't thought it through. You want to protect the world, but you don't want to change the world. You don't allow humans to evolve. How can you save humans? And I...are ready to start. I have carried out my mission..."

No one spoke, their eyes fixed on Ultron.

Although no one asked him what his mission was, Ultron still answered seriously: "Guarding the peace of this era."

bang——

A wine bottle swirled over and exploded into pieces on Ultron's head.

Ultron, who was unsteady on his feet, fell to the ground, a series of electric sparks flashed on his body, and there was a slight smoke, then there was no movement.

Everyone turned around and saw Thor sitting in his seat picking up another bottle of beer. Seeing everyone's gaze, he said with an innocent face:

"what?"

bang——

The wall behind Ultron was shattered to pieces, and several newly produced test versions of Iron Man suits quickly rushed out and attacked the Avengers.

One of the complete versions of the suit glanced at everyone, and finally rushed towards the Mind Scepter without hesitation, picked it up and flew through the ceiling.

Faced with the attack, everyone had no intention of caring about him.

These test versions of the suits are not equipped with weapon systems, and only the pulse cannons in the hands are still usable.

The two suits flew to Thor's side, and they paid more attention to this Thor from Asgard, who came from the outer world.

One of the robots picked up the beer on the table and knocked Thor on the forehead.

Looking at Thor who was swaying but not falling, two question marks slowly rose on the robot's head.

Thor hitting Ultron with a beer bottle must have a deep meaning.

And the effect is so outstanding.

But why does it have no effect if I knock him now?

"哐叽" "哐叽" "哐叽" "哐叽"

It seems to be a quantity issue.

A robot holding a vodka bottle was knocked to the ground by Steve's shield. Several electric sparks on its body flashed and then ignited into flames.

These beta robots did not last long and were quickly wiped out by everyone.

After the battle, Steve's eyes rested on Stark angrily, hoping that he could give a reasonable explanation.

Stark, who was stained with alcohol, looked very embarrassed. He was slumped in his seat and his consciousness was a little confused.

The birth of Ultron showed that his previous research direction was correct, but Ultron's rebellion told him that his idea was indeed wrong.

Touching his mustache, Howard poured himself a glass of vodka and took a sip:

"Oh ho~"

Sitting down, Hawkeye folded his hands on his chest and said:

"I always thought that I would die either in the hands of humans or in the hands of aliens. Thank you, Tony, Howard, for bringing us the third option~"